Page 77 of Resisting Fate
She threw herself on top of him, kissing him all over his face. He laughed and lay back, taking her with him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her back in what quickly became a hot and heavy make-out session. Only one way this was going to go—rolling onto the floor with his sexy wrestling alligator woman. He was about to suggest they take it upstairs, where they’d have a softer landing with all her wrestling, when she lifted her head and smiled down at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Too bad you didn’t buy that bluebird of happiness sweater. I’d love to see you wear it Christmas morning.”
He cupped her ass and squeezed. “And I’d love to see you in nothing but your elf hat. Maybe some strategically placed jingle bells that I could ring.”
“Pervert.”
“You say that, but I can tell you’re thinking about it. Your cheeks and neck are pink.”
“That’s from your stubble.”
He rubbed his jaw. “I’ll shave tomorrow.”
“You’re kind of a sweetie, aren’t you?”
“How dare you.” He sat up, taking her with him, and she grinned. He kissed her, then lifted her off him, setting her on her feet. “If anyone’s a sweet thing, it’s you all soft and naked in front of the fire.” He took her hand and led her to the hearth.
When they got to the warmth of the fire, she threw her arms around his neck and spoke against his lips. “What if I’m not sweet? What if I’m, as you so romantically put it, in wrestling alligator form?”
He kissed her and lowered her to the rug. “That wasn’t a complaint. I love your alligator. I’m happy as long as you’re naked.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “Make love to me.”
His heart stuttered. Not fuck me,loveme. His voice gruff with emotion, he cupped her face with both hands. “I will love you body and soul.” His eyes stung, hers were glossy with tears, and they met halfway for a searing passionate kiss that held all the love in the world.
